Kip Manley

All I ever post about here anymore is LJ drama--

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 23:30:32 GMT

No one is to stone anyone until I blow this whistle! Do you understand? Even—and I want to make this absolutely clear—even if they do say Jehovah!

Dear 6Apart, and/or LiveJournal--

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 21:27:32 GMT

I did not ask for Snap Shot (TM) previews on every link on my Friends page. I did not ask for Snap Shot (TM) previews on every link on my Friends page because I do not want Snap Shot (TM) previews on every link on my Friends page. Snap Shot (TM) previews are one of those things whose appeal I've never understood; they're slow, they're very slow, they're buggy, and they mask the terribly handy link preview text down in the lower left corner of the browser.

Also, they're slow.

How do I make the Snap Shot (TM) previews on every link on my Friends page go away?

Thanking you in advance.

PS: They're on my main page, too. --Is there a switch somewhere I'm missing where I can turn them off? Because I can't seem to find one, nor any mention of Snap Shot (TM) previews being applied as an unwanted default to every link in LiveJournal on any of the various design and update communities I can find. Of course, the various design and update communities I can find don't appear to have Snap Shot (TM) previews on every link. So there must be a simple way to turn them off. Right? Right?

Coyote is icumen in, lhude sing cuccu!

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:21:55 GMT

The third issue of Coyote Wild, a quarterly journal of speculative fiction—spec fic? spiffy? slipstream? the phantastick, lightly tripped? good stuff?—has, at any rate, appeared as scheduled: the Summer issue, which features, among a brace of poems and an ogdoad of stories, fine company indeed, which I’ll be getting to know better after dinner and a bit of pomegranate liqueur, but look a moment there, under the heading Special Feature, where you’ll find the “Prolegomenon” of my own little City of Roses.

Which accounts for today’s default setting of goofy, head-splitting grin.

Yeah, he's all about the whizzer white--

Thu, 31 May 2007 17:54:08 GMT

I’ve updated the interests listed in my LiveJournal profile, in an effort to clarify it to avoid the appearance that I am soliciting or encouraging illegal activities. —If we were all to revise our interests lists with a modicum of care and consideration, we might avoid situations in which community-moderating media companies, badgered by self-appointed defenders of the innocent, find themselves forced to “suspend reported journals that ~~do not clearly and substantially object to these~~ a reasonable person would think supported these activities. ~~while at the same time portraying them.~~”

Do consider clarifying your own LiveJournal interests, won’t you?

Yet more evidence the terrorists have won.

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 22:25:50 GMT

Apparently, ever since 9/11, luggage lockers have been banished from train stations in New York City.

What use is civilization, I ask you?

Anyway, we're (probably) training down from Boston to Penn Station and we'll need a place to store a large piece of luggage until we catch a train from Penn Station to the Jersey shore. Neither train is Amtrak, or we'd check the bags with them. Anyone have any (other) solutions?

and many more--

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 07:18:13 GMT

Tomorrow (yes, it’s past midnight; so what) is my 38th birthday. —Tonight (yes, for it is still tonight), I thought I was heading down to the Bowery to watch the second disk of the second season of Veronica Mars. Instead, a roomful of friends from a bewildering variety of contexts all leaped out of the same room and yelled Happy Birthday, and then some of the best cartoonists in the Western Hemisphere handed me their interpretations of various City of Roses characters.

—Also, spinooti gave me a copy of Lord Breaulove Swells Whimsy’s The Affected Provincial’s Companion, Vol. 1.

I’ll have to figure out how best to share this bounty over the next few days; tomorrow, we’re driving out to the Shire for the day. But until further notice, let me just rather woozily say:

wow

A brief reminder that has nothing to do with LiveJournal Fake Day.

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 08:01:29 GMT

Additional kiplet content available via LiveJournal:

shortpier: the Long story; short pier feed.
city_of_roses: the City of Roses feed.

Also, I do want to point out the chapbooks. —What you do with this knowledge is entirely up to you.

Hermione Granger and the Lost Shaker of Salt.

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 23:10:14 GMT

—for spinooti, who really needs to bake them more pies.

Feeds.

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 06:06:51 GMT

So I’m trying an .htaccess redirect for the various RSS feeds for the pier that people might have subscribed to, to keep them from having to resubscribe again, and it seems to have bollixed up the works over at Bloglines, though the redirect itself appears to be working fine.

Maybe it’s just Bloglines hiccupping again. Beuller? Bueller? —LiveJournal, apparently we’ll have to wait till, um, 2006-02-07 02:23:05 on whatever clock it uses to see if it works there or not.

Anyway, all works well, and everything should light back up again. Doesn’t, and, well, maybe you’ll have to resubscribe again.

—The one thing Movable Type let you do that I miss? Let you build your own feeds. Designate the URLs they’d appear in. I like having one feed for excerpts and one for full dress. Gives the audience choices. I like being able to pick where they pop. Gives me choices. WordPress and TextPattern, not so much. In this particular regard.

So what happened to the pier?

Sat, 28 Jan 2006 21:09:38 GMT

Okay.

So I was using DreamHost for webhosting. Not a sausage of a problem for a good long while, but the first sign of trouble and they yanked my site without warning. Couldn’t even get at the thing to figure out what the problem was or how to fix it.

Such details as I have been able to glean are available here, if you are so inclined.

I’m in the process, today, I guess, of moving everything; I’ve got backups of the blog’s database in a variety of formats, so that, at least, is not to worry, knock wood. After some little examination and comparison, I’m currently leaning toward A Small Orange. Anybody know any better, please, feel free to speak up.

And heck, while I’m at it, let’s maybe add something else to the plate. I moved the blog from Movable Type to WordPress for a variety of reasons, and it caused (or excused, yes) some of the interminable delays last year; I still haven’t been able to wrap my head around exactly where to start with building WordPress out the way I wanted. So I’m poking Textpattern to see what happens. It has fewer features, perhaps, but it thinks like I think, I think, and so it will be much easier to work with; the irony, of course, being I would have jumped to Textpattern last year had I not in an intemperate moment leaped on DreamHost’s outrageously cheap storage-and-bandwidth-and-easy-WordPress-install. —I just need to work out some permalink issues for the legacy stuff (attempt at which discussed here); I get that taken care of, and we’re off to the races.

So: the pier stuttered back to life for a few short weeks and is now being shuttered again. But for a brief spell! We hope. Watch this space.

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit huffing cats.

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 23:20:41 GMT

Whoa. Did, like, Bloglines just eat all your feeds, too?

Would yez lookit that.

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 06:53:13 GMT

Someone set up a spankin’ new LiveJournal feed for the pier.

If I had a hammer, I’d do something about all these goddamn nails.

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 07:30:18 GMT

Against the law to advocate overthrowing US gov’t.

What do you mean? I’ve never done anything of the kind!

Membership in California Lawyers for the Environment, right? Worked for the American Socialist Legal Action Group, right?

So what? We never advocated anything but change!

Smirk of scorn, hatred. He knew he had me.

I had my second Afghani dinner in as many days with Julia and her husband and her brother in an exquisite little stripmall joint somewhere deep in the wilds of Queens, far to the east of anywhere I’d been before, and the sabzi challow was just as good as she’d said it would be, and when her brother and I caught a subway back to Manhattan I got to remember all over again why you never get on an empty subway car in the middle of summer.

And despite the conventional wisdom about how oddly disjointed it is to meet in the flesh someone you’ve only known online, the only really awkward moment came when it usually did, for me, at least: Why’d you stop? she said.

I shrugged and said what I usually said: I don’t know. I stopped because I’d stopped.

more—

Bangle days--

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 18:21:15 GMT

So BoingBoing says check out American Edit and so I do, and I’ve heard my share of mashups, but the one where they slide “Whatsername” and “Manic Monday” together is something of an apotheosis of the form (thus far): the shared narrative space the two songs describe as they talk past each other has a terrible poignancy far and above what either manages alone, and I thought I’d take a moment to point that out to you.

Operation Fruitcake.

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 00:56:56 GMT

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s so gosh-darned simple, it’s got to work.

varro has the scoop. Now you have the word. Spread it.

Oh, I see. Oh, I get it.

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 03:33:58 GMT

Cylons are GMs.

Remember when we were gonna shoot him into the sun?

Tue, 15 Nov 2005 06:03:01 GMT

TO: oreilly@foxnews.com
SUBJECT: Your McCarthyite hate-list.

My blog’s been down for a few months, but I’m going to be getting it back online as soon as I work out the WordPress php-stuff to my liking, and so I’d really appreciate it even though I haven’t said anything publicly yet if you’d add it to your hate-list of left-wing internet smear-sites that want you to get fired for inviting Al Qaeda to attack San Francisco. A lot of my friends live in San Francisco and it’s a beautiful American city and you ought to be ashamed of yourself, you pompous, spiteful little ass.

Oregonians!

Sat, 12 Nov 2005 15:37:26 GMT

Your Democratic Senator and mine, Ron Wyden, was one of 5 Democrats to vote in favor (!) of the utterly shameful Graham amendment, which strips the writ of habeas corpus from the prisoners held at Guantanamo—a right recently upheld by the Supreme Court, and the only hope those whose only crime was to be sold into captivity by their neighbors have of freeing themselves from two years of captivity and torture.

Write him here and ask him, politely, what the bloody fucking hell he was thinking. (Sorry. Politely.) You could then fax him, at 202.228.2717, and remind him you vote, and tell him what learning this has done to your chances of ever voting for his sorry ass again. (Politely, of course.) Then phone his office, at 202.224.5244, and let him know personally how you feel about his betrayal not only of the Constitution, which guarantees “the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it,” but also his own dam’ party, at a time when the Republicans’ bluster about national security stands revealed to all as a reckless farce. (But do so calmly, and with a civil tongue. No sudden movements; don’t raise your voice.)

Do be sure in all of this to point out how he can redeem himself by supporting Sen. Jeff Bingamen’s amendment, which will kill the Graham amendment. —And then ask him to further repudiate his terrible horrible no-good very bad vote by speaking out loudly and often against S. 1088, which will do to all of us what the Graham amendment’s trying to do to the prisoners in Guantanamo.

If your civil mien cracks a little on that one, I think we can all forgive you.

1:40.48 into the Battlestar Galactica miniseries--

Tue, 08 Nov 2005 04:21:51 GMT

Oh, yeah.

Well, what do you know?

Fri, 16 Sep 2005 17:15:13 GMT

Hey! It's my birthday!

(Okay, this is actually Jenn--not Kip--posting this.

You see we, Kip and I, know each others basic passwords--and I chose to abuse that trust on this special occasion. Oddly, I'd have more problems jumping on to his computer to do this...

Anyway, as Kip hasn't LJ Friended himself, the first few people to comment and wish him a Happy Birthday will confuse him horribly--in a good way.

Yeah, I'm evil, but I am buying him a nice dinner tonight. Hmmm, and maybe another gift on top of what I gave him already.)

Ladies. Gentlemen. Webcartoonists.

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 16:52:33 GMT

Dicebox is up for an Ignatz brick.

Go, tell the Spouse just how cool you think that is.

Throw the fuckers out.

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 20:49:32 GMT

What does a president have to do to get impeached in this chickenshit outfit? —I hereby volunteer to tackle POTUS, rip open his pants, and start fellating the little fucker in the goddamn Oval Office, if that’s what it will take.

—Ceterum censeo Bush esse delendam.

Sun, 04 Sep 2005 21:16:33 GMT

Any sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice.

—Ceterum censeo Bush esse delendam.

Bring me the head of Grover Norquist--

Fri, 02 Sep 2005 16:52:10 GMT

—and I will toss it into Lake George.

New York City: some thoughts after a long absence.

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 01:45:10 GMT

Lindy’s famous mile-high New York cheesecake?

Nothing to write home about. And their coffee is wretched. —Memo to self: one can no longer count on the average restaurant to have: decent coffee; decent beer; a vegetarian option.

Also, the wireless keeps cutting in and out at random. Makes life fun! As soon as I find the patch cord for the camera, I’ll snap some photos of my room and its view. (Hilarity will ensue.)

And: you know that feeling when you’re trying to catch the shuttle to Times Square and your bag (not the computer bag on your shoulder; not the backpack—your actual suitcase, which is really more of a leather duffel bag picked up at a seaside surplus shop for $20, which, if we throw that detail in, kinda undercuts the sympathy the anecdote is supposed to engender, but we are nothing if not honest, anyway, that bag) snags on the turnstile and one of the handles just rips right off the damn thing?

Yeah. That’s the one.